A sultry blonde, her hair a cascade of gold, enters a pawn shop, her eyes scanning the shelves, but her mind elsewhere. She's there for one reason - the pawn keeper, a rugged, tattooed man with a knowing smirk. Unbeknownst to her, the shop is equipped with hidden cameras, capturing her every move, her every word. She kneels, her eyes level with his crotch, and begins to unbuckle his belt, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She's a puppy, she says, and she wants to please her master. The pawn keeper grins, his cock hardening as she takes him into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, her eyes never leaving his.